A wolf's Cry

A bright moon, a dark night As I walk in the forest, an eerie feeling
a chill in the spine, a touch of fright

I wander into unknown spaces, I don't remember why
The more i look at moon, the more desperate is the try

Oh! now i know, what makes me lurk
It's my curse, my fate's quirk

I smell the rain, though soil is dry
I can feel the pulses, though my body is wry

Am I an animal with a humans' heart
Why I crave for blood when i see a Hart

I have been humiliated much to my disdain
I wail to the memories, a cry with pain entwined
None to hear it, with none to soothe my burning pain

I see the forest as red as blood, I see the moon turn red
I know it's time, this is what I always regret
I have sold my soul, i paid a devils' debt

I hear the shrill of the winds, screaming my name
My eyes burning, my throat in flame
No one can dare me, no one can tame

It's just a matter of seconds, for i will quench my thirst
I have seen all the blood, she is not the first

Oh! how i hate to destroy, what god created
yet with every kill my spirit is elated

I see her fall, the fear in those beautiful eyes,
her desperate attempts, her futile cries
I see her go cold, I see the blood spill
she got her freedom, she was no kill

I give one final grunt, one final howl
to let the world know I exist, I am on a prowl.

A Free Bird

As I see the sky, so bright so high
The might unmatchable,
I know I can't touch it, yet I try
I sniff the breeze, I play with the blizzard
I face them all with no fear just pride
Coz I don't know how to walk
I believe in a stride
born to win, I am a free bird
no second, no third.
You might catch, you might kill
but if i fear it all then what's the thrill
You can hold me but you can't cage
for i hold what you fear, that's my rage
born to win, I am a free bird
no second, no third.
I swim with the winds, i play with tide
Unleash a hurricane and i will ride
throw what you can, but i won't deter
hate me, for i am no litter
I won't praise, i won't bow
I don't talk in what, when and how
born to win, I am a free bird
no second, no third.
I sweep across the skies still trying
someday I might touch them
or die trying
for I am free bird, my spirit never vanishes
I will rise again, let it be from my ashes.

Paranormal (The inexplicable mysteries)

The word mystery, itself has an enigma that captivates the attention of even the most ignorant of the lot. The never ending thirst for answers and explanations for the happenings, the charisma of the cryptic rumors evoke a hidden thrill. A cold chill through the spine excites the reader, but all above have led to great confusion regarding the paranormal sciences. The first mention of a Parapsychologist invites a perception of a weirdo who has spent life chasing a wild goose, abject person who likes to study the ghosts or for worst an exorcist.

The paranormal science is a branch which tries to fix the broken links between the happenings, the mysteries and the claims surrounding them, psychokinesis, telepathy, ghosts, UFOs etc. are some of the few phenomenas which have always been surrounded by claims and counterclaims. The science for years tried to explain, but all the theories met the same fate.

The fallacies and biases towards the different approaches have led to many conclusions but none could prove the claims they made, although the approach for reaching a theory has to be same as none of them can be proven with strong evidence.

There have been numerous accounts in the history, with claims ranging from mysterious lights in the skies, alien sightings, haunted mansions and cryptic creatures. The irony is these rumors led to a hysteria amongst the people, and they started believing in ghosts and witches as the poodles of devil, although what we notice is the existence of such things is possible but are they as scary and harmful as portrayed in some classic Hollywood horror cults. The anecdotes heard from folklore or word of mouth which spreads faster than the jungle fire have more then often misled the ever believing people into fantasizing others as witches and warlocks.

The people so unabashedly without even sensing the logic or exploring the truth themselves, often get scared by the mere name of ghosts or any mention of the phenomena. For instance, my friend refused to read this blog for she feared that it might bring bad luck and the mere appearance of the words such as warlocks, witches and ghosts spooked her. Although the blog is about the paranormal phenomena, but still i tried to persuade her to read further knowing that she will get scared and my perceptions were correct, she didn't even try.

Mostly, the thrill behind a good ghost story and the rush of adrenaline followed by learning in detail about an incident follows the increase in interest. The common thinking that resides in every mind is that all that is inexplicable is dangerous. There is definitely a power much beyond our reach and explaining, but all that remains to be found is, whether it is as evil as we predict or are they mere souls living in parallel world to us, often wandering in our territory.

Dusk to Dawn

The evening brings a sense of belonging


reminding, though of all my longings


The beauty of a day engulfed in shadows


the chirping shrieks from the meadows


The wild sounds come alive with each parting ray


all the brightness begins to stray


I can see the wild birds flying home


all of them have a place to go, its just me


who's all alone


with parting rays i sense, i belong


the more dark it is, the more the bond's strong


Twilight goes comes the dusk, the darker it is


the deeper is the trust


I know nothing can now be taken


i embrace the arms of darkness which welcomes


letting me know, am no more a stranger

for there are no more the shadows to haunt

nightcrawlers come alive with senses to flaunt

But all my joy is cut short, as another

day approaches the shadows of dawn are back.